- April is the cruellest month - T.S. Eliot
the cruel renovation of the sun
the dust
the pale-blue skies
the pale-green grass
the nature wouldn't want to hear
about the past, the suffering, the pain
wants only gladness, pleasure
newly grass precipitates
to hide unseemly pallid leaves
the cruel flowers
nobody would love the past
but those old lonesome stumps
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vip 10/04/2015
April
© Copyright: Виктор Постников, 2015
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